Bear, Like The Turk, No

Oh! Be Thou Blest With All That Heaven Can Send, Long Health, Long Youth, Long Pleasure-and A Friend.

To The Elysian Shades Dismiss My Soul, Where No Carnation Fades.

Chaste To Her Husband, Frank To All Beside, A Teeming Mistress, But A Barren Bride.

In The Nice Bee, What Sense So Subtly True From Pois'nous Herbs Extracts The Healing Dew?

One Thought Of Thee Puts All The Pomp To Flight; Priests, Tapers, Temples, Swim Before My Sight.